Paisley’s POV
“So…” I said, breaking the lingering silence that was consuming the room. Neither of us had said a word since Evelyn had left the room. Louis seemed nervous…almost guilty even. Shouldn’t I be the one feeling uncomfortable about this whole ordeal?
“So, tell me about yourself.” he finally spoke, pulling a chair to the side of my bed. He took a seat and made himself as comfortable as he could get. I tried to think about what I should tell him and what I should leave out. My head was still throbbing; the doctor said that I would most likely have an ongoing headache for the next week. I fiddled with the tope colored knit hospital blanket, trying to just grasp this whole situation.
“Um, well obviously by now you know my name is Paisley Scott. Um, I’m 20; turning 21 in November. I’m not really sure what Evelyn told you about me so, is there anything else you’d like to know?” I asked kind of hoping he would let us move on to him. He took his bottom lip between his teeth, thinking.
“Favorite film?” he quizzed, an overly curiousness in his tone. I could tell he really wanted to get to know me, but he didn’t want to overdo it on the deep questions quite yet. He was keeping it simple, and I appreciated that.
“I’d have to say The Outsiders.”
His expression was that of shock, and quickly faded into a slightly disappointed one.
“What?” I asked innocently, wondering what his problem was with my choice of film.
“The Outsiders? Really?” he asked, seemingly amused.
“What do you mean ‘really’? It’s a classic! It’s a good read too, have you not read the book in school?” I asked quizzically.
“I had to read it in grade 8, it was so boring I just don’t understand how that can be your favorite.” He stated truthfully.
“I respect your honest opinion, but that’s my favorite and I’m sticking to it.”
“Well then I respect your choice,” he said. “I don’t agree with it, but I respect it.” He mumbled trying to keep me from hearing it but he failed terribly. I giggled at his statement and waited for another question.
“Alright, favorite shop?”
“Top Shop for sure.” I replied quickly, not having to think about it for even a moment. He was a little surprised at my speedy response.
“What?” I asked, “I really like shopping.” I admitted, receiving a chuckle from him.
“Well then I guess I’ll just have to take you fake shopping.” He suggested sarcastically.
“Nuh-uh buddy you’re taking me real shopping.” I said, half-joking through my giggles. He smiled at me, and I looked away realizing I was slightly blushing. “Next question.”
“Hm, let’s see. Now this is a serious question and I need you to answer honestly for me, can you do that?” he asked, his tone suddenly becoming stern and serious. I gulped, my nerves suddenly rising. I knew he would ask some personal questions at some point…I just hope I can answer him with the truth.
“Okay.” I said, waiting for him to continue.
“Do you…like One Direction?” he asked, his voice now mocking seriousness. I nonchalantly breathed a sigh of relief.
“Honestly? Kind of…I’ve only heard two songs by you guys but that’s about it.” I informed him, giving him nothing but the truth. His expression slightly faltered, and for a split second I thought I might have hurt his feelings. A few moments passed before a smile was back on his face.
“What songs?” he asked curiously.
“What Makes You Beautiful and I think it’s called One Thing?”
He doubled over in laughter, and I was utterly confused.
“What?”
“Nothing,” he laughed. “Nothing, it’s just that we have a whole new album out and you’re still listening to our songs from two years ago. You’re what the One Direction fandom would call a ‘carroty fan’.”
I still didn’t know why he found it so humorous, but I was relieved that he wasn’t upset about my not being a crazed fan.
“Well, I’m just an overall average, boring girl. Let’s move on to you Mr. Popstar, tell me about yourself.” I demanded, crossing my arms over my chest, and sitting up a bit straighter. He stayed silent, probably trying to figure out what to start off with. I’m sure he is a much more interesting person than I am.
“Well my full name is Louis William Tomlinson, I’m turning 21 as well but not until December. I have 4 little sisters and I’m originally from Doncaster.” I was expecting him to go on for hours, but he left it short and sweet. I was slightly disappointed, so now it was my turn to start interrogating him.
“That wasn’t exactly the biography I was expecting. What’s your favorite film?”
“Wow, real original question,” he teased. I smiled fakely back at him, waiting for an answer. “I’m gonna go with the first Spider-Man film.”
I scoffed at his answer, typical guy I thought.
“What is wrong with Spider-Man? Now that is a classic little miss Outsiders.” He said, mocking me.
“There’s not anything wrong with Spider-Man, I quite enjoy it actually. But it’s just a typical guy choice.”
“Well I am a guy.”
“I guess I was just expecting something more original. But anyways, what else can I ask you.” I said more to myself than to him. “What’s it like being in a boyband?”
“Oh god, are we in an interview now?” he chuckled. “There hasn’t been a single interview where we haven’t heard that question.”
“Well I’m not some TV interviewer, so you can actually answer me truthfully. No phony, ‘it’s always a good time’ answer.” I said, hoping he would be honest like I had been with him.
“Speaking honestly here, it has its ups and downs. We don’t get along every second that we’re with each other, which is almost every day. We have occasional bickering but at the end of the day it’s truly like living a dream. I get to do what I love, with four people who have basically become brothers to me. So honestly it’s pretty surreal.”
I let his response sink in; he most definitely spoke the truth. If he had sad all of that in an interview the press would have twisted his words around and portrayed it like they fought all the time.
“Who are you closest with out of the four other lads? Harry, Niall, Liam and Zayn right?” I asked, not knowing if I got their names correct.
“Yup that’s all of them. And some fans might say Harry, they literally think that Harry and I are a couple, but that is far from the truth. Yes I am closer with Harry, but I don’t have the same relationship with all of them. Harry I can talk to about anything, he’s a good listener. Zayn is sort of my ‘partner in crime’. Niall is the one that I can just have a good laugh with and he always knows how to put me in a good mood. And Liam is a good lad to just be with; he’s one of the nicest guys I’ve ever met.”
I could hear the total sincerity in his voice as he recited me his answer. I liked the fact that he didn’t just choose one of the lads and end it there. They seem to hold a strong bond that I would kill to have myself. I was about to ask him another question when a nurse entered the room.
“Hi, sorry to interrupt but visiting hours are over.” She informed us politely. I felt a feeling of disappointment that I wasn’t expecting. He stood from his seat and put the chair back in its previous position in the corner.
“When do you get discharged?” he asked curiously.
“Um I think tomorrow afternoon, why?”
“Can I take you to dinner? Evelyn can come to if you’d feel more comfortable that way.”
“Sure, I’d like that.”
“Good, I’ll see you tomorrow then?”
“Yeah, goodnight.”
“Goodnight Paisley.”
He followed the nurse out of my room and I was alone. I’m not sure how this all happened, but in a strange way I’m glad it did.
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